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Gotta Love It

Cee Lo Green

PRhyme 2

2018

ain't want me, you gotta love it

You ain't got to like it, spit it out after you bite it
Won't stand near me wishing that lightning would strike it

Droptop, chrome rims, everything
I do say I'm ballin' like a king
All the gangs, yeah, they all love me
I don't pick sides 'cause I'm a straight G
I roll by

Got caught by the blue lights
They called mama, that's a long ride
You was right there the whole damn time

Know I'd die for ya, take the time for

by myself so you know what I'm on
Gelato in backwoods, I'm high like a drone
She wanna fuck now, she know that I'm on (Keed talk to 'em)
Say you do

HA!...
That ain't my style man...
Can't box me in...
I'll be 5 grand...
Islander on that BC shit...
Hear me spit, like a time stamp...
Take it back to when

hands Bitch

They call me Young Jay,  and I ain't getting any Younger
I got Russo Baltique stinging my liver like a Puncture
At the function, undercover,

feel good, but it don't change nothin'
I bet you like it when I dive inside you, feel my chains huh
I'm the type to pull up foreign coupe and blow

just gettin' by
Tired of being tried, I'm just lookin' for a better life
Take some advice, don't bring a knife to a gunfight
Like is it worth it for

can't help but feel like real niggas is underrated
I swear, nothin' changing this year, I ain't makin' it fair
They lookin' at me like they facin' their

Gangstas

Eazy-E

Boyz N da Hood [Clean]

2005

a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em

meet Aaliyah
And I could tell you that I'm that somebody
And it ain't for nothin' if I'm comin' at somebody
There be days that I really wanna smack

feel
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, wait a minute, okay
Okay (okay), uh (okay)
Lil' baby, okay (okay, okay)

(Okay, I'm reloaded)

There ain't really

Phantom with fullies, there's no license to carry 'em
Just some niggas like to pop you, burn yo' body, and bury 'em
Couple coupes with no roof, we ain't

a deadbeat (Yeah)
That's how I'm flexing, with you ain't messing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nothin I'm missin', bros by my side, the fam I could list it (Ooh)
Counting

Victory

Juneya

A Tribute to P. Diddy

2003

levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'm a make you love me baby
Talkin' crazy, ain't gon' get you nothin' but choked
And that jealousy is only gonna

me
Yeah there ain't no one to blame it on
Thinking I know what to do
Acting like I'm number one
I'm supposed to take control
But instead I turn and run

(uh-uh)
Inside the coupe look like a space shuttle (yeah)
Leave a fuck nigga brain by his steppers
Punch a nigga ass out like McGregor (like McGregor)

(I be clever)
I just sit there 'til the end of all this time (This forever)
& I wrote every single hit late at night (This my treasure)
Like my

aint planning no escape
Bitches lookin for a superhero but I aint shopping for a cape
Niggas actin crazy when you gone
When you there aint got nothin

the location from your homies
They just got you took (Got you took)
I do all this shit by my lonely
Ain't hard as it looks (Ain't hard)
1080, that's the slogan

Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets

No way, i ain't a poet
All i do is pour shit, bitch I'm a star
So lit (too lit haha)
Too busy being outta this world
No space coupe, swervin

goin' on, I'm in the bed, come lay right next to me

I call my dudes, I need a hug, ain't nothin' like my mama love
She hate that I'm my mama's boy, cause

Ones
I like the all-white, high-top strap with the gum bottom
There's somethin' bout 'em, now dirty that's why I got 'em
I leave 'em strapped and laced